slowing down... incomparably.

It’s rather mystifying how life is asking me to slow down, incomparably. I’ve never thought life would ask me to do that, it was always the other way round; me pleading for things to take less of a toll on my time and my energy to keep up.

Even with things mounting on my list, there is less of an inclination to ridiculously fuss and fester over minor details. It’s now quite expected to rather fondle ideas and nurture them with visuals and make-beliefs, which is mind-blowing. God has given me the slowness I’ve always dreamed of.

And maybe that is a temporary gift, and maybe one day I’ll have to fuss and fester plans and random doings— but now that it’s here, I allow the silence to prevail inseparably from my avid heart. Oh, there is much to be amazed about by the sidelines that have less to do with much to do. There is an astonishment related to beingness which is as profound and less constructed.

I fell ill last week. It’s funny how one has no choice but to not invest in much rabbit holes of thought. It’s funnier still how more can be done in such ease.

I also found myself loving how beautifully a simple life comes to being. There is little found in succeeding in this world, but much to be anointed with in the success of the truer world. Holiness is palpable when it is infused with the worldly in such terms— and what do I choose in a comparison between holiness and triumph? It’s a case of perhaps which is the more dignified triumph.

I am not special in any way, but I’ve seen the dumbfounded speechlessness in realising we are not special in any way. It is much safer in nothingness.

How slow it is to be married to wonder.